There Is A Lot Going On With Him.

Back in 2009, I was a 13 year old mad for Avatar. I made several series in which I designed outfits for the Gaang and proudly captured them bending.  11 years later, I returned to this same ambition with my current approaches. It is extremely satisfying to have them next to my old work. Not so much because they are technically more advanced, but rather because they show how I am still the same girl, in a little bit of a different way. 

The more we debate with self-righteous people who think they are the ones that are making the world spin, the more we sink down in their hell! Leave them aside, live your life! Paint, write, make science, make art, MAKE something! And really, really enjoy it.

This is the only way to be wise. It's the only way we will ever really make a change in the world too.

It is just a little real quick sketch but I really like her so decided to post it. 

Secretly drawing people in the train.

"You have it easy, Killua.

You're perfectly calm.

Since it means nothing to you..."

Sometimes the art process takes me nowhere near my own personal look on art. 

This particular image started out with me painting a red circle, and continued without my own will. This is how it goes:  There is a direct instruction in my head to paint a certain color in a certain shape in a certain place. After I do that, I get the second instruction that may appear very clearly or sometimes rather blurry. 

Step by step I follow out this out of nowhere input, and I don’t judge whatever it may be doing. It is as though of I am not creating the image myself, but recreating an already existing image. 

When I finish, I am unsure whether I actually like what comes out, since I never included my own taste and interest in it anyway. But I still pay it much respect since it comes from the other side with a reason.

Frostchild, 2023

Some quick sketches that I'm not too happy with. But well, I took my time.

Still life study of a flower from a dying bouquet, under the window light.

It is 5 am. Or maybe 6. He is the only one who is awake. The weather is chilly. Street lamps are now off. Birds are starting to wake up, but for now, it is all silent. It is silent and desolate so he can be all alone with “it”. That’s what he lives for.

The best time of the day.